Song Liwen and Zhang Tianke were in great shock. The man on the roof had already stood up. Song Liwen asked immediately.
"Brother, what I said is incomprehensible. What did I do?"
Saying this, the man in white clothes turned his head at this moment, revealing a pair of sharp eyes on his tightly wrapped face.
The gaze swept across the two people's bodies like a blade, making them shudder immediately.
This young man in white at least has the ability to lift people up!
"Humph, you really denied it right after you said it. You know it in your heart. Let me say it again, I don't want you to be so unfavorable to Song Mu again."
After saying this, the figure of the man in white suddenly disappeared, leaving only a mess.
Zhang Tianke took a few steps forward and looked at the roof where the opponent's figure had disappeared, with an angry look on his face.
"How can the guys from Yuyinfang be so presumptuous!"
Turning around, Zhang Tianke said to Song Liwen.
"Brother Song, how do you handle this matter? If this is really the case, then we should not think about causing trouble to Song Mu again."
Song Liwen was standing on the same spot at the moment, looking into the distance, but it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After a while, I heard him say something in surprise.
"How did Song Mu become friends with Du Xianyin?"
Zhang Tianke snorted coldly, and then said: "What can it be, Song Mu is not bad at all, I must have taken a liking to him."
"It's just this guy, so what does Du Xianyin like about him? Last time I spent a lot of money, but she didn't even come out to see me!"
Zhang Tianke was muttering alone next to him, but Song Liwen's face next to him was still stern at this moment.
With his eyes lowered, he turned around and pulled out the flying knife. The word "DU" on the blade made him a little annoyed. He looked at all this and then clenched his fists.
"Song Mu, I will let you taste the feeling of being stepped on by me."
As he said this, the other party's eyes were already looking towards the sky, and his expression became even more gloomy at this moment.
"I want you to look good in this provincial examination!"
With that said, Song Liwen put away the flying knife, said goodbye to Zhang Tianke and left in a hurry.
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The wise does not buy rumours.
Song Mu stayed in the room for a whole day, and when he went down for dinner in the evening, he heard different news.
"Jingzhao, you didn't go to see it. The scene was really magnificent. A few storytellers faced off against the ruffians, the students cheered on, and the talkative guys were dumbfounded."
"There are still several people who were accused by government officials of insulting students. Now they have been arrested. They may be eating in jail now."
Song Mu was eating, and Sun Fang and Fu Zefeng were sitting next to him, talking about this matter with great interest.
Song Mu also knew the whole story.
It turns out that after the incident spread today, many people did sneer at Song Mu at first, thinking that even though Song Mu could write a few good poems, he was too impolite.
Some people even said something inexplicable on the spot that they wanted to cut ties with Song Mu.
But soon, another group of people appeared in the vegetable market. These people were all serious storytellers, most of them came from various famous teahouses. They immediately took the stage and recited Song Mu's poems and told the stories behind these poems.
Then, in major bookstores and downtown areas, someone spread the word about yesterday's poem.
Seeing those curse words, I also knew that Zhang Tianke and other students made things difficult for Song Mu at the banquet and prevented him from coming to the stage, so he wrote these words.
People were very happy for a while, and some people wanted to refute, but they saw some students taking to the streets and criticizing those green-skinned students.
Scholars help each other, and their tongues bloom like lotuses. How can they compare to those gangsters? When it comes to rising, those scholars even come forward and beat them. When scholars do it, those people only dare to scream and dare not fight back.
And there were people around who kept cheering.
Only then did they realize what they had gotten into.
Although Song Mu was just a scholar, because he was similar in age to the scholars, could write such poems, and had such extraordinary legendary experiences, it can be said that he was an extremely noble role model in the hearts of many young scholars.
In this way, things have come to this point.
The counterattack came quickly, and the rumors naturally disappeared quickly, but during this period, more things about Song Mu were also spread, such as Song Mu's refusal to publish a collection of poems by major booksellers, and his courage to take action that day to rescue a woman who was almost kidnapped.
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There was another person who did not know where to get a portrait of Song Mu. He was handsome and heroic, and he quickly won everyone's heart.
When Song Mu heard what Senior Brother Sun and Senior Brother Fu said, he was holding a bowl and shaking his head in surprise.
There may be some embarrassment in this, but Song Mu also knows who probably did it. Du Xianyin's methods are obviously more efficient and cover a wider area than those people.
But what surprised Song Mu even more was the bookstores. Although he rejected their request, they still gave him a platform. Song Mu thought about it, and the one who could explain all this was Xu Yuncai.
This actually made Song Mu feel a little more touched. Although he and Xu Yuncai had only known each other for a short time, the other person treated him very sincerely and even helped him do such things. Next time, he would like to express his gratitude.
Ichiban.
"Jingzhao, not only is this situation not harmful to you, but it has also made your reputation worse, and yet you don't do anything?"
Fu Zefeng was also eating at the moment, but he smiled and teased Song Mu slightly.
Song Mu pursed his lips and just shook his head.
"What Song Mu can do is to study hard and gain a good reputation when the time comes and live up to everyone's expectations."
After hearing this, Sun Fang and Fu Zefeng both nodded in agreement.
After eating, Song Mu took the article he had written today to ask Tao Fengming for advice. After giving some advice, he returned to his room and continued to study hard.
As the exam was approaching, Song Mu was not that anxious, but occasionally he was a little excited and thought about how his strength would change after he was admitted to the Juren Examination.
A few days passed like this, and the waves that had just appeared seemed to have slowly subsided. Now, many students taking the exam have come to the provincial capital, and Song Mu is often visited by people.
On this day, Song Mu was about to go out and prepare some things for the exam, but a clerk from the club came over and gave a post to Song Mu's hands.
"Song Gongzi, it was sent by a servant, saying that it was the son's personal gift."
Song Mu looked at the name on the cover, Mr. Huaju, and raised his eyebrows in confusion, and asked a few questions.
The boy also gave a rough answer.
"It seems to be an old gentleman from the west side of the city. His painting skills are extremely high and his knowledge is very profound. I just don't know why he sent you the post."
Song Mu was also very surprised when the boy said this, but after checking some of the posts, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. He opened it and looked at it. It said that he had made a good picture of chrysanthemums. I heard that Song Mu had written it before.
There are three good chrysanthemum poems, and I want Song Mu to come and appreciate them. It would be even better if he could write poems based on them.
Song Mu didn't like this kind of invitation, but the other party's words were very sincere and he heard that he was a highly respected old man. Song Mu thought about it and decided to pay a visit.
When the time comes, it won’t be a hassle to buy things for the exam there.
After thinking like this, Song Mu stepped out of the guild hall.